The dream of my life has been shattered By cruel and heartless fate. My soul seems weak and forlorn, And nothing my pain can abate. But what is one poor blasted dream In the scheme of things here below? I must not lose faith in mankind, But must find fresh courage to go. With untarnished hope through the years That are left to me here on earth. Must dry my futile tears, Must show my soul's true worth. Perchance these poor shattered dreams, If they have been worthwhile, May be made whole again in heaven, And God may there on them smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |